Tex’s voice drops. “Scared?”
“A little.”
His hand glides up my calf, his thumb stroking gently. “Good.” He meets my eyes. “It means it matters.”
He leans forward and kisses my knee, then my thigh, the inside of my thigh. Closer and closer to where I need him most until my breath turns into tiny, helpless gasps.
He kisses my hip, then the other. His breath is warm against skin that feels too sensitive.
I clutch the sheets when his tongue finally slides through my folds, knowing I’m embarrassingly wet down there. The world tilts, and I gasp, my hips jerking upward.
Tex’s hands settle on my thighs, steadying me. “Let me take care of you.”
Then he lowers his mouth again, his tongue slow and knowing, and my mind goes blank. No constant running commentary. Only sensation. The pleasure builds quickly, sharp and overwhelming.
My body arches desperately, chasing more. Tex keeps me grounded, guiding the pace, not letting me rush past what my body can handle.
I claw at the sheets. “Tex…”
He hums against me, and the vibration makes my vision blur. My thighs tremble, and my breath falters.
His hand slides up, his fingers rubbing my clit in tandem with his tongue, and I come apart with a ragged cry I don’t recognize. My whole body shakes, and for a moment, I can’t breathe.
Tex doesn’t move right away. He remains there, his mouth soft and hands steady as he soothes me through the lingering pulses of pleasure.
He crawls up my body and kisses me slowly, tenderly, grounding me back into myself. I cling to him, desperate for contact.
His hand slides to my cheek, his thumb brushing gently. “Still okay?”
I smile. “Yes.”
His eyes hold mine. “Do you want me inside you?”
My breath catches at his bluntness. It sends my pulse racing with fear and desire intertwined.
“Yes.”
Tex’s jaw tightens. “It might hurt.”
“I know. I still want you.”
He studies me for a long moment, then nods.
Rolling off the bed, he reaches into the nightstand drawer. My stomach flips. Condoms.
He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down with his boxers, freeing himself. My breath catches hard. I’ve seen him before, made him come in my hand, but he seems even bigger than I remember.
Tex sees the panic flickering in my eyes and stills. “Jane.”
“I’m fine,” I lie.
His mouth tightens. “No, you’re not.”
My cheeks burn.
“Look at me.”
I do.
